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St. George ([info]monster_slayer) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2012-11-02 05:50:00

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Current music:"Sympathy for the Devil"-The Rolling Stones
Entry tags:lucifer, saint george, the antichrist, wrath

Who: George, Lucifer, open to the Antichrist
Where: Outside Lucifer's building
When: Noon, Friday
What: We made a deal
Warnings: Torture, rape, general Hell family terribleness

George smoked the last dregs of his cigarette and stared up at Lucifer's building. Of course it still had power; no wandering around in the dark for the rich and the evil. He swallowed, tossed his cigarette onto the pavement and ground it out. Best to get this over with. He closed his eyes, steeling himself. Now that he was actually here, he felt curiously calm, his emotions flattening into something resembling peace. It took him a moment to place where he'd felt it before.

Rome, when he'd been preparing to martyr himself. When every sensible part of him was screaming to run, to renounce, to take the deal that his emperor was offering and live instead of dying horribly.

He'd been a dumbass back then, too. George smiled faintly at the thought. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders. There was no going back now; he was just a passenger. He stepped inside the building.


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[info]monster_slayer
2012-11-05 01:25 pm UTC (link)
George tried to dig in his heels as the demons dragged him, because nothing good could possibly come of leaving Wrath alone in that place with Lucifer. But his body felt like it was being held together with fraying strings and chewing gum. He was in no shape to put up a fight.

The demons dragged him out, past the door and past the wards. They tossed him into the street without any particular finesse, and George glared up at their retreating backs. He lay there on the sidewalk, staring up at the night sky for a long moment.

Okay. He wasn't getting back in the building. He wasn't getting back to Wrath. He wouldn't do anyone any good if he died here on the sidewalk.

Michael, he prayed, closing his eyes and concentrating. Michael, I'm out. On the sidewalk outside Lucifer's building. I could really use a ride.

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[info]dawnstar
2012-11-05 01:32 pm UTC (link)
"Yes." He watched George for a moment before snapping his fingers and making the window disappear. "Everyone hates me. Don't find me making friends with Saints." Smiling he went to grab her, to let her hang on one of the meathooks. "No problem though lovely. We'll just burn the emotion out of you."

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[info]acrimonia
2012-11-05 01:36 pm UTC (link)
Wrath screamed as the hook pierced her shoulder. It was okay. It was okay because George was safe.

Her entire body shuddered and she gritted out, "do it" before closing her eyes again.

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